The Mystery:The Witch and the Scourge

The long night will eventually pass.

Joyce opened his eyes, and his mental state had returned to normal. The pillow was empty. Emily had left without knowing when, leaving only a note.

Outside the door, the maid knocked again.

Joyce picked up the note and responded, "I know."

The handwriting on the note is very beautiful, it says:

After "Assassin", the name of the Sequence Eight potion is "Instigator", which is good at controlling people's hearts and inducing evil desires in everyone's heart.

Main materials: The complete snake letter of the blue-eyed gray python, three tail feathers of the Buck parrot

Auxiliary materials: 60 ml of pure water, 5 drops of silver datura juice, 7 grams of powder ground from killer bees, 8 dried spider legs of the one-eyed spider

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The story I heard last night was so unexpected that I ignored such an important thing. Fortunately, Emily kept her promise.

Finally, the main mission of promotion to Sequence Eight can be put on the agenda. Once the materials are collected, the remaining "Assassin" potion in the body should be completely digested.

We also need to consider the authenticity of the formula, but Emily still needs to allow herself to be used as a bait, and will not make such an unwise move...

When fishing, you still need to put bait to make a nest!

After confirming that the recipe has been memorized firmly, burn the note, wash up and start enjoying breakfast.

White bread with a burnt appearance, smeared with high-grade butter, perfectly cooked ham inside, and paired with a glass of fresh hot milk. Joyce was very satisfied with the meal, which was one of the reasons why he was full of expectations every day.

After the meal, Harry came forward to report:

"In the morning, someone was sent to Bayam Police Station to notify Dean. In addition, Carl's body has been buried."

"Well, you did a good job." Joyce wiped the corners of his mouth with a tissue.

"Send someone to Rose Manor to call Mr. Hunter back. The security measures at home need to be strengthened."

"Understood." Harry agreed first, then bowed and blamed himself:

"It was an oversight on my part, Monsieur Baron."

Joyce helped him up and comforted him:

"This is none of your business. There is no need to punish yourself with other people's mistakes. Go prepare a new carriage. You may need it."

Harry resigned solemnly, and Joyce took Sophia to the living room.

"What do you think of what happened last night?"

Sophia recalled the details she observed and concluded:

"Everyone is very angry about your assassination and is extremely sad about Karl's death, even Kumar, who is usually jealous of Karl."

Joyce nodded with satisfaction, this was the result he expected, and asked curiously: "Kumar?"

Sophia explained: "Kumar once competed with Karl for the position of coachman, but unfortunately he failed."

That's it, then it's okay...

Joyce was constantly refining the plan in his mind, while Dean rushed over as quickly as possible.

Seeing him panting and looking red, Joyce smiled and said:

"Don't be too nervous. Sit down and rest for a while. Sophia, go get a cup of tea."

"Thank you... thank you, Mr. Baron."

Dean gasped and thanked... Could he not be in a hurry? The man in front of him was his biggest supporter. If something happened to Mr. Baron, he would be immediately knocked back to where he started, or even worse.

Joyce carefully observed the change in Dean's shoulder straps and said with a smile: "I haven't seen you in a few days. He has been promoted to sergeant."

"The trainee sergeant is currently in the probation period." Dean said modestly, and then complimented: "This is all thanks to your recommendation to the chief."

"I just happened to chat with him for a while. The key is that you are capable enough." Joyce said casually, and saw Sophia coming in with two cups of earl gray tea:

"Drink some tea first to moisten your throat, and then we can talk about business."

Dean took it gratefully and took a brief sip. When he saw Joyce put down the teacup as well, he said:

"Mr. Baron, I'm ready to rest."

Joyce cleared his throat and began to tell "his story":

"I left General Gordon's banquet last night at about half past nine. Because I drank a lot of wine, I took a nap in the carriage."

"In a dazed state, I was suddenly awakened by shouts and fierce fighting, and then I found the coachman Karl fighting with a masked man in black."

Joyce paused for a moment, waiting for Dean's notes to catch up with his speaking speed.

"At that time, my drunkenness dissipated immediately, and I rushed forward to join the siege. The masked assassin was quite powerful in fighting, and he could not lose in a fight with the two of us."

"The sky was dark and in the chaos, I stabbed the masked assassin with my sword. He probably thought he couldn't win, so he took the initiative to escape."

"I was about to give chase, but I found that Carl had already been seriously injured. Unfortunately, he died before I could find a doctor."

Dean listened attentively and recorded the whole process as fast as he could write. After he finished, he read it again, raised his head and asked:

"Monsieur Baron, can you describe the assassin's characteristics?"

Joyce recalled: "He always covered his face, was about 1.8 meters tall, had sharp eyes, rough hands, and very powerful fighting ability."

Yes, he was talking about Diego's image, but such people are not uncommon in Bayam... But some thoughtful people who get this transcript will definitely notice it, such as Major General Bright.

"Where did it happen?" Dean asked again.

"I have already prepared a carriage near Sterling Street. I will take you to the crime scene in a moment." Joyce replied.

"You look more professional than me!" Dean complimented and then asked:

"Where is Carl's body?"

"Carl has no relatives around, so I have had him buried," Joyce said.

He had just praised his professionalism, why was he buried... Dean was stunned for two seconds, and when he saw Mr. Baron's sad expression, surprise flashed in his eyes.

He lowered his head and asked a few more questions. Joyce answered them one by one. Then Dean asked to observe the carriage in which he was assassinated last night and left the living room.

Joyce did not follow him out immediately. He took a sip of tea to soothe his throat and said, "What did you see?"

Sophia, who had been standing behind her, replied softly: "His care and respect for you are sincere and urgent, almost like the servants at home."

"In addition, he was very confident. He did not pause when taking notes and maintained a calm thinking state. He seemed to believe that he would be able to find out the truth..."

"When questioning Karl, he showed confusion and confusion, but quickly returned to normal."

Joyce was silent for a long time: "This shows that he is not just a flatterer, but also has very strong abilities."

"Let's go and see what clues he can find."

The carriage was not cleaned last night, and there were still blood stains, but it had turned dark red.

The door of the car was open. Dean was observing carefully in the car. When he saw Joyce coming, he got out of the car and said, "Mr. Baron, was the dead coachman Carl carried into the car by you?"

"Yes." Joyce replied.

"The clothes you wore last night weren't what you are wearing now, were they?" Dean asked next.

"No, have you washed the clothes from last night?"

Joyce turned his eyes to Sophia, who stared slightly and quickly answered: "It has been washed."

Seeing this, Dean stopped being entangled, as if he had never asked the question before, and turned to ask:

"Where is Carl's wound?"

"In the middle between the chest and waist and abdomen." Joyce pointed to his right chest, roughly at the lower edge of the liver.

Dean thought silently for a while, raised his head and said:

"Mr. Baron, I have no more questions. When will we go to the crime scene?"

"immediately."